What I write is seen by thee
Arranged the way it aught to be
To tell a tale or present some facts
The words are guided by my acts
To share a time of days gone by
We feel that age and maybe cry
Unable to return and change things then
Accepting all that has been
The past can make our hearts react
But all words written should be exact
To please myself is what I do
Wishing it is the same for you
To reveal the past is all inspiring
Where I do my desired reveling
I share with all my heartfelt words
So those gone by can still be heard
Robert Noonan
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
Glenda
But wouldn't it be an interesting journey back in time to rearrange a few minor events so calamaties don't take place? It's mind-boggling how many things we could mess up doing just a bit of that, isn't it... still, I love movies that have that topic-- "Frequency" is one of my favorites. and of course, "Back to the Future". And other events perhaps more real, like The Philedelphia experiment... clouted with mystery and green vapors... Mysteries and possibilities.
But not so, your writing-- breaking the mystery and telling it like it was for many. You're a fine-fine writer. And don't mind WABBA-- that's got to be an acronym for something... "wanna be a better author?" I don't know. --Charlie